He had, if anything, expected her to take a more kindly approach with Elsie - Elsie being her cousin, and otherwise a paragon of excellent behaviour - and a less kindly one with him. However.
Mrs. Cavanaugh’s demeanour had changed once again, suddenly seeming a great deal more subdued as she turned her attentions to him. It was enough to get whiplash. He couldn’t help but narrow his eyes at her first remarks, about not wanting to ruin their lives; so she said, but it had sounded a great deal like she wouldn’t hesitate to just a minute ago.
Tyb had no interest in ruining Elsie’s life any more than he had already contributed there, though, so he stayed quiet. He kept quiet, too, while she went on an inexplicable mission with a floorboard, kicking it out of place. His eyebrows were propelled higher, his eyes widening now in incredulity at the hidden bottle of firewhiskey. Well then.
“You’re - probably right,” Tybalt agreed, startled but jerking his head in a nod anyway. After her yelling at them, after all - he’d be surprised if there was any colour left in his face. He still wasn’t convinced this wasn’t a trick, mind you; calm as she seemed, he hadn’t yet ruled out the possibility that she’d try to crack the bottle over his head, or something.
Mrs. Cavanaugh’s demeanour had changed once again, suddenly seeming a great deal more subdued as she turned her attentions to him. It was enough to get whiplash. He couldn’t help but narrow his eyes at her first remarks, about not wanting to ruin their lives; so she said, but it had sounded a great deal like she wouldn’t hesitate to just a minute ago.
Tyb had no interest in ruining Elsie’s life any more than he had already contributed there, though, so he stayed quiet. He kept quiet, too, while she went on an inexplicable mission with a floorboard, kicking it out of place. His eyebrows were propelled higher, his eyes widening now in incredulity at the hidden bottle of firewhiskey. Well then.
“You’re - probably right,” Tybalt agreed, startled but jerking his head in a nod anyway. After her yelling at them, after all - he’d be surprised if there was any colour left in his face. He still wasn’t convinced this wasn’t a trick, mind you; calm as she seemed, he hadn’t yet ruled out the possibility that she’d try to crack the bottle over his head, or something.
